Shinny up the rigging laddie

Ahoy there laddies and lassies. It's a good fast run down the coast of Africa, and there not long ago south of the old Tristan, we all caught sight  like ain a dream laddies of the finest sea-going vessel in the fleet of her majesty, the HMS Royale Venerabile - a beautous ship if ever I laid me eyes on a beaut. A Bute. Even more elegant than the HMS Anima. Ah now lads, there ain't no ship of the line like the Venerabile - she is a beautiful warship with 3 decks of big guns all down both sides. What we would all give to fly those lovely colours, that union jack to be sure to be sure, but also the little yellow borgia enseign out back. Ahoy there lassies - I would do anything for love lassies, but I wouldn't do that. Nope lassies, I won't be doing that lovely graceful ship of the line. And there ain't a better captain me hearties than chief captain Vincent de Cleves, a friend of Lady Hamilton, and his able assistant Count Niccolo di Monserrato, where those fine shipmen, the black Irish hail from.